Blazing Trails

The tattooed face that scarred a track so long
ago still haunts each forest monolith.
Those aging giants all record the throng
of travelers whose trials turn to myth.
Some routes are ancient; inner rings were scored
to mark the way now widened, clear of most
debris. We hear the stream and find the ford.
Much newer detours wander through a host
of sights with timeless beauty now preserved.
A hunter follows imprints that declare,
‘This way was passed before’, as if reserved
but undergrowth shows limits most won’t dare.
To many, blazing trails seems bizarre:
enchanting forest paths may lead you far.